NOTE: Hey guys, so I'm currently training in the U.S Army and I'm at a stage where I can now have my laptop! So, after I go to classes and get smoked for God knows what, I like to catch up on some erotica. This is the first story I've completed since I left for training and I'm curious if you'd be interested in reading more about this strange tale. Please let me know in the comments if this has potential to grow because this is a risky story to tell and getting my feet back in the water with writing is a little scary. I appreciate all criticism, from "I loved it!" to "I hated it!" Just be polite about it- that's all I ask. Thank you and take care!
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Everybody has a role in society. Each role serves a purpose, no matter how big or small, to keep our lives going on a steady schedule. One knot interfering with that schedule can cause a total breakdown if not treated right away.
In my world, that knot isn't as simple as somebody slacking from their job, but something more like: a fucking zombie apocalypse.
A virus broke out in the west coast and spread all across the United States, destroying whatever form of human decency we have built up since the beginning of mankind. Our news stations have been down ever since, and to everybody's horror, social media outlets weren't updating either. So, we couldn't be up to date on how other countries have dealt with this virus. Just the Americans, and knowing our reputation with how we handle global issues, we knew right away that we were fucked.
The population has dwindled to a noticeable degree. Most of the vulnerable have already perished; all that's left are the men and women who were lucky enough to survive. Yet, each day is a game of Russian Roulette: any moment it may just be your turn to die, and there's no way to control that.
But unlike the zombies that we've grown up watching in the media where they crave the taste of brains, these monsters desire a different form of satisfaction...
"I'll meet up with you inside, just go!"
My survival team was waiting for me to join them in an abandoned shopping mall we discovered one early morning. We were sweaty and exhausted after walking miles on a deserted highway before finding this sanctuary, but once we reached the entrance, we heard the sound of zombies approaching us.
Knowing that I was the only one who could take them on, I shooed everyone away.
"Go! Wait inside!"
Most of the team did as they were told, and only one stayed behind- the one I knew wouldn't listen to me. My Aunt Mariah, one of my only surviving family members, has stuck around with me on this terrible adventure. She was always the moral compass of the family; I remember wishing that she were my real mother instead of the one I was "blessed" with for 25 years. But since this disaster fell upon us, my aunt has been more than smothering.
"You don't need to do this, Nyla," she frowned, "I can't stand the thought of you taking them on."
"Then look away," I said, "It'll only hurt you more."
"I can't this time," she grabbed my wrist and lifted it up for me to see at eye-level, "Look at this! Tell me you can see this and think it's okay."
Yanking my arm out of her grasp, I turned away from her.